I'm on a Caddyshack quote kick today, and I searched "movie quote" and found this old thread o' mine.

Ty Webb: What brings you to this nape of the woods, neck of the wape; How come you're here?

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Judge Smails: You know, you should play with Dr. Beeper and myself. I mean, he's been club champion for three years running and I'm no slouch myself.

Ty Webb: Don't sell yourself short Judge, you're a tremendous slouch

Lloyd Dobler: She's gone. She gave me a pen. I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen.

Lloyd Dobler: I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.

--Say Anything

Bring me four fried chickens and a coke.

You want chicken wings or chicken legs?

No ma'am. Four fried chickens and a coke.

We're gonna need a bigger boat.

That's one of my favorites Brianna. I was totally in love with him after that movie.

Paul Cicero: You know anything about this fucking restaurant business?
[Talking to Henry]
Sonny Bunz: He knows everything about it. I mean he's in the joint 24 hours a day. I mean another fucking few minutes he could be a stool that's how often he's in there.

--Goodfellas

Oscar Madison: I know him. He'll kill himself just to spite me. Then his ghost will come back, folling me around the apartment, haunting and cleaning, haunting and cleaning, haunting and cleaning...

--The Odd Couple

I'm not a madam. I'm the concierge.

The Producers
(the one true version, with Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder)

You said it, sistah!

Chief Monk: Torquemada - do not beg him for mercy. Torquemada - do not ask him for forgiveness. Let's face it - you can't Torquemada anything!

--History of the World Part I

A great big bushy beard!
Sergeant Butterman, Hot Fuzz

Fetch Ralph; we need nails and some wood!
The Judge, Blood on Satan's Claw

"Dear Uncle Ned, Merry Christmas and May Your Soul Rot in Hell."

It's from one of those bunch of people spend overnight in the haunted mansion movies from the Late 50s, early 60s.

of course, now that I need to remember it, I can't remember the title. It was either The House on Haunted Hill or The Haunting.